I self reflect a lot. The other night I was seriously crying uncontrollably about 2 murders that occurred to 2 individuals I didn't know. I was weeping like a newborn baby over the loss of a 32 year old and a teenager. Tragic, yes, but weeping like they were my immediate family is a lot. For some reason it just hit me like a ton of bricks. My best friend Sarah could not understand my emotion and honestly, I didn't either. I blamed it on my old age and that was causing me to be more sensitive. But after really thinking about it I realized that I was weeping because I feel like I am not doing enough.
In my previous career I spent my life dedicated to changing the next generation. I spent time with youth and had a significant hand in shaping their future. I was apart of a village that took that responsibility serious but now I don't even know a village. I'm focused on my 9-5 job, traveling, my family, & my makeup career so much that I don't make any significant attempt to bring that season back into my life.
I’m guilty. I’m guilty of being complacent. I’m guilty of not trying. I'm guilty of being tired. I'm guilty of being selfish. I'm guilty of excuses.
Those tears showed me that I need to get back to being apart of a village. Get back to giving. Giving of my time, my wisdom, my heart & my life.
Reach out to someone. Talk to someone. Hear someone. Be someone to someone. There is always someone.
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